The orange of autumn
rests in drops along the dewy grass,
a cover of grounded sunset
beneath the baring branches.
These dead leaves, grounded stars,
past light
reminding me of constancy and change,
of beginnings and agains.
The orange of autumn
rests in drops along the dewy grass,
a cover of grounded sunset
beneath the baring branches.
These dead leaves, grounded stars,
past light
reminding me of constancy and change,
of beginnings and agains.